Ban Fang

Chapter 487
"Just... what?" Nie Qian suddenly felt slurred, and couldn't speak clearly.

Taking a sip of tea, Cheng Yun smiled leisurely. When the young daughter-in-law is collecting debts, it's better to talk less.

Leaning on the stone table with her lotus root arm to support her chin, she tapped the table with her slender hand like a green onion. Yan Yan smiled gracefully: "Ruo Ruo Zizhen was released by the senior brother, and I will provide the fabric."

Nie Qian's eyebrows twitched, and all the embarrassment and guilt disappeared immediately. How could he forget that Junior Sister is a thoughtful businessman?
If Tiluo Zi can really be brought into the world, it will definitely set off a wave in the four countries, and with the background of the porphyrin brocade of the little junior sister, it will definitely shine...

Junior sister is so sure that Tiluo Zi can really bloom in his hands?

Knowing the goods so well, and being arranged so properly, I must have thought about the source of the goods!
How great would it be if he had the chance to plunge headlong into dye research?

Thinking of this, Nie Qian smiled comfortably as if his life seemed to be complete.

"Brother?" Nie waved it in front of Nie Qian, trying to call back the fugue.

Nie Qian was startled, and then raised a comfortable smile and said, "Your junior sister, you don't object to me staying on the island?"

"Senior brother stays if he likes it. Contributing to the things he likes must be an indescribable joy. Why should he object?" Yan Xi's big eyes bloomed in support.

Seeing that the old man no longer had troubles in his heart, Cheng Yun suddenly put down the teacup heavily, and said seriously: "That's not right! We promised to take a rest, why are we still chatting?"

It's past midnight, and I have to wait to see the effect of croton in the morning. What if I miss the wonderful moment?
"Yeah," Yan Xie drank his tea, stretched his waist, patted Nie Qian on the shoulder, and reminded: "Brother, please remember to notify me whenever there is new coloring material! I will give you any fabric you want." Send it."

Nie Qian can really open his own dyeing room here, so he has a place of comfort for half his life in Dongyue. If Buxing can continue to operate on his "trapped" island for a year, no? Does it mean that the other senior brothers are also backing them?
That being the case, why not follow your heart?
Knowing that Cheng Yun had found a proper reason for his resignation, Nie Qian sighed softly, then got up, twisted his beard and said with a smile: "I live in a small yard at the foot of the mountain, but it is full of conch corpses that stink. Very, little junior sister doesn’t dislike it, remember to take a look.”

"Okay." Yan Yan stood up and sent him off respectfully.

She knew very well that the master gave the senior brothers not all for slavery, although controlling where the dye goes is considered a kind of slavery, at least it allowed the senior brothers to choose the place they like!
Looking at the back view of the people coming from the main entrance and leaving by hitting the courtyard wall, Cheng Yun held his slender shoulders, and asked softly in his ear with a clear and elegant voice: "I haven't figured out where these things come from, dare you go to sleep?"

"Sleep! It's already midnight, and the main hall has started to recite lessons, so what's there to worry about?" Yan Xie nodded firmly without hesitation, and joked softly in the man's ear, "Maybe Uncle Mo is taking care of the whole courtyard. The monks are digging latrines!"

No matter how cold and calm the man was, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth at this conclusion. He prepared chin beans for the monks in the whole courtyard at the same time, and the problem to be solved was indeed the toilet problem.

The sound of singing was sung in the clear night, Yan Xi shrugged, dropped the precious things on the whole stone table, folded the man's long arms and walked into the hall still exuding the aftertaste of aloe fragrance.

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The setting sun shines into the temple, and I have read the scriptures in the temple for half my life. How has there been such a rise and fall of empty respect today?
Although the monks tried their best to show their stillness like a mountain, the cold sweat on their foreheads and cheeks could not be concealed, and even the chief abbot, Zuo Yuanxitang, stood up and saluted without hesitation.

The people who came to the meeting outside the main hall held their breaths one after another, and several women who had eaten their fast also started to run to the toilet, and people in the main hall frequently rushed to the back hall to find a place of liberation.

In a blink of an eye, only [-]% of the main hall's population was left, and everyone's faces were covered with cold sweat, holding their final dignity.

Suddenly, sitting cross-legged on the tuanpu in the west hall, the old monk in a bright yellow cassock couldn't bear the muffled sound any longer, and fell down beside the abbot with a flustered and messy expression.

"Senior Brother, I'm really dying." Xitang stretched out his hand to tightly hold the head's strong thigh, and finally survived a while of humility and cramping.

"Junior brother, don't grab me, bear it any longer..." The head seat also tried his best to endure the pain, and was grabbed by such force and rushed to his thigh, almost slack and unable to relax.

"What happened to the fasting meal yesterday? This kind of situation has never happened in the temple..." The abbot couldn't stand it anymore, and his lower body was fragrant again.

Seeing that the leaders in the class finally looked relaxed, the novice monks who had been struggling for a long time finally stopped chanting, and then fell to the ground and wailed frequently.

"That's it for today?" Zuo Yuan, who seldom spoke, couldn't help asking.

All the people from last night to now are the same Suzhai and Qingshui. Seeing how everyone fell to the ground and groaned, the abbot also had to announce that today's recitation ended here.

Could it be that God punished them for violating the clear rule of not eating after noon?

The abbot also held his waist and abdomen and endured it again and again, confirming that there was another burst of condescension, and hurriedly waved away the monks in the hall, leaving only four people sitting.

The abbot turned his head and squinted at Xitang in disbelief and asked, "Is this the method of Juexin Academy?"

"No. Only Yuanfang came to report, and the two of them are still asleep." Xitang lay curled up on his side on the ground, knowing that there were not enough toilets in the backyard, so he could only suffer from abdominal pain.

"It's just that there is no movement at three poles in the sun, and Yuehui didn't wake up after being admitted to the hospital? Can a normal person sleep for so long?" Xitang clearly pointed out doubts.

There is a business in the temple, how can it be possible to stay still all night?What are you waiting for?Is it the wrong time?

"One looks majestic, the other looks gentle and kind, can't you say something? How do you do things... Sitting in the lower level of the prison, I don't have the nerve to go to the same temple to grab the latrine, shrinking and clutching my stomach endure.

The abbot frowned, his long beard trembled frequently, and asked sourly, "Isn't everything in your backyard ready?"

The prison courtyard looked back innocently and everyone in the hall murmured: "Get ready! They are all brought back by Xiang's family. Could it be that you don't like them?"

In order to prepare the wing room, the abbot specially sent him to dress up as a disciple of the lay family, and went into Dongshi Street to snap up rare items of Xiaoyi City size, in order to make the two of them feel at home, could it be counterproductive?

The abbot uttered the Buddha's name, cold sweat dripped down his brow frequently, and asked bitterly, "Is the hut enough?"

"Mr. Mo has not eaten the vegetarian diet, so he saved his strength to help open a new ditch." Although the supervisor suspected that the croton was planted by him, he woke up the first time and saw that the whole temple was in pain. He rolled up The image of the sleeves helping each other is deeply imprinted in my heart, how can I doubt Mr. Mo anymore?

"Is it enough for us all to go?" Zuo Yuan was only worried about not enough!

Everyone is a person of status and status. How decent is it to hold up your trousers and hold your waist and abdomen to wait for the latrine?

　It’s a working day on Monday, and I have a rest after typing.

　　Sudden high fever, caught off guard
　　Don't worry, nucleic acid is fine

　　
　
(End of this chapter)